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Time is running fast And now there's nothing He can do to relieve the fate Alone in his world of tragedy Strange thoughts ravage his repented mind His hands are shaking Frozen by a cold wind bearer of death Black silence is the only Sure thing at last His body is shaking Scarred by an eternal pain Black silence can't be the only Sure thing at last The hour-hand is moving fast And now there's nothing He can do to relieve the pain Alone in his cell of death Strange thoughts ravage his repented soul He raises his eyes to the sky Begging forgiveness for his sins The hour-hand is moving fast And now there's nothing He can do to relieve the pain Alone in his cell of death Darkness has closed in upon him From Letras Mania